Oh my god you gave soul to me,
also regrets to me.
I'm a blot of your creation,
I'm a heartless human
like a branchless tree.
I was blossom in tomp,
I feel like a fragrance less flower.
The clouds are giving painful rain,
I'm a wounded fish I can't swim.
I'm a bird without wings,
but the world is force me to fly.
My tear is too hot than fire.
I'm not suit for the world or
the world is not suit for me.
Oh my god, please. please. please.
conclude my destiny.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Destiny is up to you my friend I wish you well